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“Not now,” she cuts in, then kisses me.

At first, I don’t respond. But she bites my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, then slowly licks over the sting and kisses me again, grinding herself into my lap.

Against my stone-hard cock.

A low groan tears from me, and I finally kiss her back with the same intensity, my hands tightening around her waist.

I try to stop her from moving, but I don’t stand a fucking chance.

She removes her hand from my cheek and, without breaking the kiss, pulls my pants and boxers down, freeing my cock.

Still holding my hair, she tilts my head farther back, then drags her tongue slowly across my lips, down my neck, and over my ear. At the same time, she wraps her hand around my cock and lines me up with her entrance.

“Selene,” I try again, my voice dropping into a rough growl.

But she still doesn’t listen.

With one smooth movement, she sinks down onto me, taking me fully inside her.

“Fuck,” I whisper into her hair.

“I need you to tell me if you slept with someone else during all this time,” she murmurs, barely audible.

“You’re asking me this while I’m inside you?” I ask with a short laugh. “Jesus, Selene.”

“Please, Zayn.”

Something in her tone makes me lean back to look into her eyes.

“I need you to understand that it would hurt me terribly if your answer were yes,” she admits quietly. “But I want you to look me in the eyes and see that I wouldn’t feel disgust. Or repulsion.” Her voice weakens with every word. “Just pain. Deep pain.”

We’re having this conversation with her moving over me so sensually that only the intensity of her words distracts me enough to keep from coming instantly.

She doesn’t break eye contact for even a second.

I slide one hand into her hair while I start lifting my hips off the couch, thrusting harder and deeper into her.

“What do you think, Selene?” I ask thickly. “Do you think I fucked someone else after you left me?”

With my attention focused on her, I see it immediately—the dark flash of jealousy crossing her face, the way her entire expression darkens.

“You tell me, Zayn,” she challenges, rolling her hips faster as she sinks down onto me.

Biting my lower lip, I pull her dress down, exposing her breasts, watching the way she moves on top of me—slow, provocative, intoxicating.

“Nobody else could ever make me want to touch them again, Selene,” I confess honestly.

It never crossed my mind. Every single thought I had was consumed daily by the woman currently smiling at me as she leans down to kiss me.

While crying.

Actually crying.

“Thank you,” she whispers between kisses and tears.

“What are you thanking me for?” I ask, confused.

“For proving to me that I made the right choice when I stopped fighting what you make me feel,” she answers into my mouth. “For being enough of a man to know you could have any woman you want and still choosing me.”